Closed | You Move Sixteen Tons and What Do You Get

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WHO: Alexandrie, Yngvi, Lakshmi
WHAT: We're taking the tour of Orzammar (mar, ma-ma-ma mar, mar); mine collapse and worker rescue
WHEN: Late Justinian, Early Solace
WHERE: Orzammar
NOTES: It's this! cw: maybe some dissolved or partially dissolved people.

The trip had been largely unremarkable, their reception lovely, the tour of the city a success, and the tour of the new mines likely to be one as well. At least, it began that way.

About a third of the way through their tour, Lady Henda Wemot expounding on the richness and success of the expansion and pointing out some of the improvements that had been made on this particular section, there is an ominous rumble. One which grows, and grows, until the ground is shaking under their feet and the immense elemental thunder of rock crashing into rock fills their ears to the exclusion of all else, the air choked with dust and earth and fragments thrown from the walls, the ceiling, the landslide.

When the air clears, finally, the aftermath of the cave-in: the passage they'd come down has sealed behind them with tons and tons of rock.

Whelp.